Wednesday, May 23, 2007

I walk in the streets at night
Made of tar and asphalt
Black and burned
Asphyxia taints the not so distant skies
Making everyone profane and fainted

People disguised in the theme of this city
Faceless visages as if ripped apart from the wallsStealing skins from yesterdays' statues

Hard and harsh
With no passion. No pity for the weak
Cold and old
With no emotion. No mercy for the dying

In the shadows
Lurk the scavengers
Scratching and wrenching
Metal cans in the shades
Concealed from peoples' eyes
Yet shine as precious treasures
To this defiled creatures
Living in an altogether dimension
Of this brave new world

The streets are narrow
Ending in a vanishing point
Through dense colossus
That scrape the sky
Calling the heaven’s wrath
Engulfing and wrapping
Arching and bending
Like if they were going
To bury us down alive into an abyss
In flames of dust and gray

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

I was in my bed
Last night
Last night alive
I layed my head on the pillow
And there was something
Something cold and hard
Under my neck
It was freezing and metal shaped
It almost broke my spine

I held it and checked it
It had six holes
Five blank
One bullet
And suddenly
An orchestra of lightnings
Came out from above
Like a call of warning
Giving me a feeling
That my destiny were tied
To the very bullet of that gun

And i started to love it
And i begun to want it
Like if the bullet inside
Had life itself
And it captured my will
It wanted to come out
Come out in a passionate erection
It wanted to come out
Come out in a explosive passion

It was loaded, demented So were iIt was ready, suicidalSo were i

First shotNothing happenedBut my heart started to beat faster

Second shotNothing happenedBut my hand started to tremble

Third ShotNothing happenedBut my legs begun to shake

Fourth ShotNothing happenedBut my head felt it like it had

Fifth ShotNothing happenedBut my life flashed right in front of my eyes

I fell abruptly on the ground
Drooling and convulsing
My eyes were blank
Like the six holes were now
Now that the bullet was expelled
Infused deep into my brain
To never be extracted
Taking my life with it
To be forever a part of me
Laying me now
In this red pillow
Made of my own blood

Like a parasite organism
The bullet had fed
On my emotions
Of love and hate
On my feelings
Of pleasure and pain
On my fears
Of life and death

Laying in my death bed
Until my rotten body
Vanish into the dust
Leaving only a skeleton
As cold as the bulletForever trappedAs hard as the bulletInside my skull